There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

(Source: liquidnight, via fuckyeahexistentialism)


Epitafios I - Capítulo 10


wnderlst:

Qiviarfik, Greenland | Northbound

wnderlst:

Qiviarfik, Greenland | Northbound

blastedheath:

Ignace Kennis (Belgian, 1888-1973), Man in the rain at night. Canvas, 72 x 93 cm.

blastedheath:

Ignace Kennis (Belgian, 1888-1973), Man in the rain at night. Canvas, 72 x 93 cm.

(via cavetocanvas)


dinakore:

Aprovéchate de mi, de que estoy enamorado.Acción Poética.

dinakore:

Aprovéchate de mi, de que estoy enamorado.
Acción Poética.

(via bemybatman)


Epitafios I - Capítulo 9


albafolgar:

Luna lunera cascabelera :)

albafolgar:

Luna lunera cascabelera :)

(via someforeignletters)


I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It’s nice.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via rainysundaysandcoffee)

(Source: psych-facts, via bemybatman)


post-punker:

Jim Reid and William Reid of The Jesus & Mary Chain

Epitafios I - Capítulo 8


(Source: fuerzagustavo)


A book or a good song is a world, and it’s separate from this world. Don’t feel guilty about stepping into this world. And don’t necessarily feel that you are being fooled by memory or sympathy or desire (though each one of those things are strong liquor to the chosen).
You’re not being fooled. There exists a compartment for this book or song, and the compartment is in a mansion with an infinite number of perfect rooms. You are welcome to stay.
Stuart Murdoch (from The Third Eye Centre liner notes)

(Source: themelodiousmonk)


connorcoverism:

Burma’s underground punk scene


Epitafios I - Capítulo 7




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